Water rose and I couldn't get down Found myself stuck on high ground Drowned the streets upon which we grew Broke the banks of the Blackwater Broke the banks of the Blackwater Roaring down the road to ruin Everything we thought we knew The good the bad the false and true Bury the steeple 'neath the Blackwater Bury the steeple 'neath the Blackwater I hold my head above, the water my love Until the day the dove, returns with proof of You It's rising higher than the sycamores That lined the streets where we lived before Gather your family and climb aboard Or be covered in the Blackwater Be buried in the Blackwater I hold my head above, the water my love Until the day the dove, returns with proof of You